A mini-reunion of my Los Altos High School Class, at the Oakland Museum.
Growing up in Los Altos, California, there were a group of kids I started out with at Loyola School (where we began in kindergarten) moved on to what was then called junior high school (seventh and eighth grade) at Covington, and then went on with to Los Altos High. We picked up new faces along the way.
When I see any of these faces today, I feel as if I am seeing members of my family. I can pick up the conversation, wherever we left it off, no matter how many years have gone by.







